hi hi rose thanks for this, so lovely!
John is tired when he makes it back to the house they are currently squatting in. It's late and the day was mostly unsuccessful and all he wants is a shower and a drink and maybe some quality time with his baby girl.
He lets himself inside, careful not to disturb the salt line too much, and the door creaks and almost immediately, Deanna appears in the hall as if summoned, blond hair flying, eyes sparkling, mouth pulled into a big smile.
"Daddy," she says, and John just about manages to drop his duffle before Deanna comes flying into his arms. She smells like flowers, girly and soft, and John breathes her in as he holds her. "I have a surprise for you," she whispers into his ear, and he blames the shiver down his spine on her hot breath on his cold skin.
He sets her down just as Sam appears in the hall, a frown on his face, lips pulled into a sulk. "Sammy," he greets, and Sam rolls his eyes, grunts out, "Dad," before he thunders up the stairs and a door slams.
"What's with him?" John asks, and Deanna shrugs and says, "I don't know, teenage stuff," like she hadn't cleared 18 just a few weeks earlier herself.
John hums in agreement, then shrugs out of his coat to hang it on the hooks by the door. "What d'you say I get cleaned up and then you can show me your suprise?"
She smiles at him, all sweet, leans up onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. "Sounds perfect," she says before skipping up the stairs.
John watches her go with a fond smile, then makes for the bathroom. He showers with military efficency because the water pressure sucks and the water's only tepid, then finds himself some clean clothes from the pile Deanna left out for him. They smell like cheap laundromat detergent and are a little stiff, but at least they are clean.
Deanna is waiting for him by his bedroom door already. She's still in the same zip-up hoodie, a pair of sweat pants. It's only when they are both inside his bedroom with the door closed that he allows her to wind her arms around his neck and press her lips to his. He holds her close, kisses her thoroughly until she gasps softly against his mouth.
She pulls back, places her palm on his chest with a little pressure. "Sit," she says, that smile back on her face and John raises an eyebrow, but sinks down on the edge of the bed anyway.
Deanna toys with the zipper of her hoodie, bites her lip as she draws it down halfway. There's a peak of--John wants to say lace, black lace, and he sucks in a breath.
"Baby girl," he says, voice rough, and color rises in her cheeks as she pulls the zipper the rest of the way down and pushes the hoodie off her shoulders before she takes a step closer. She's--beautiful, the black lace bra so dark against her creamy-pale skin.
John reaches out his hand, pulls her closer the second her palm slides into his. He mouthes a kiss to her sternum, and her hand runs into his hair, strokes gently. The flush has spread down her neck and to her chest by the time John pulls back, runs his thumb along the edge of the bra. "That my surprise?"
She nods, arches a little to chase his touch. "Do you like it?"
He traces a finger along the delicate lace line hugging her tits, and she shivers, her breath coming a little quicker when John slips a finger under the wire, strokes the sensitive underside.
"I love it, baby, you're beautiful."
The way she preens for the compliment is almost as enticing as any piece of lingerie could ever be.
send me a number and a ship and I'll write a drabble (all the usual pairings are a go)